SECRET RECIPE
He likes to watch me bake. I turn on the oven, first a twist of the oven dial, slowly and seductively of course, and then I tear open the box of cake mix. I dump the mix into a green plastic bowl; powder scatters in a light mist as the box lands in the garbage can. I juggle three eggs and butter in my hands as I look over and lick my lips at my lover.
I crack the eggs gently against the kitchen counter and place them in the bowl with the cake mix. I dip a long spoon in to stir the thick mix; I smash the eggs down a bit to mix the batter more thoroughly. I add water and butter to the mix.
With each turn of my arm, my ass wiggles and invites him over. He lunges from the chair, now only inches away from me. I lift my spoon and batter slips to the floor.
He scoots down, naked, and leans in on all fours. He laps at my bare legs; I am wearing only my apron and a strand of pearls. I am enticed by his slim, taut figure and I watch as his arm, chest and back muscles flex as he crawls slowly across towards the puddle of cake batter. I am disgusted as he licks the floor but become intrigued when his fingers finally reach up and find my throbbing cunt lips.
I reluctantly turn to mixing batter again, his hands exit my hungry hole and he grabs at my waist. I smack him lightly on the forehead with my sticky, batter soaked spoon. He frowns. I lick the batter from his head, kiss his nose and place my lips over his. He attacks desperately, his tongue darts in and out of my gaping mouth.
I place my hands upon his chest and push. He lands back in his chair, frowning like a little boy who has been punished for a naughty deed. I grab my electric mixer from the cabinet and push its beaters into it.
As I dip the beaters in the silky yellow batter, I notice my man holding tightly to his exposed cock. I dip my fingers into the batter and coat his pole with the sugary lube. I alternately stroke him and taste the batter from his tool. I grab the bowl and insist that he dip his dick there. I laugh as he tries to maneuver his body to comfortably place his dick in the bowl of cake batter.
I laugh hysterically as he uses his dick, obviously uncomfortably, as a mixing spoon. He watches as my tits jiggle out of the top half of the apron as I laugh. He fingers me over and sets the bowl of batter onto the floor. I stop giggling and kneel before him. I slide my lips over every inch of his yellow cake batter coated cock. As I suck the batter, his exposed skin glistens with my saliva. The head of his dick is swollen, and his balls are tight as I tickle them.
He's ready to explode.
I move away from his dick and begin to mix the cake batter while sitting on the floor. My legs are spread and my one of my breasts is exposed from the side of the apron. I watch my man stroke himself. I swirl my spoon to the rhythm of his strokes. As he cums, I place the bowl beneath him, catching all that I can in the mixing bowl.
He takes the bowl from my hand with cum laden fingers. He stands and sets it on the counter-top, slipping the spoon from the batter. A yellow glop falls directly in between my legs. I smile and lean back. He kneels down and coats my pussy with the batter from the floor, his actions reminiscent of a child finger-painting. He licks the batter from my body and I quiver with each tongue stroke. The orgasm's warmth creeps slowly from his tongue's target to my belly and through my limbs, each part quivering independently until the climax's crescendo, when all my parts quiver in unison. I feel my cunt contract as I shake.
To my surprise, he immediately slips the spoon inside my pussy, twirling and twisting then pulling out quickly. He places the spoon into the batter and beckons me over to mix.
I take off the apron and stand naked while mixing, folding the batter over my man's addition until it is mixed in perfectly. I lean down and to the left to get the baking pans from the cabinet below. I use an olive oil spray to coat the pans and then pour in the mix. I turn and playfully spray cooking spray at his legs. He grabs my hands, tickles me and pulls me down onto his lap. I straddle him and slide my tongue between his lips. I get back up almost immediately to finish baking.
My man sits back in his chair, still watching. I taste the mix and then place the full pans in the preheated oven. As the cake bakes, my lover and I heat up again. I slide my hand over his limp dick and I feel it rise slightly, like too little yeast in a large batch of bread. I kneel down to taste his cock, licking lightly to coax an erection. I suck his cock to the beat of a miscellaneous pop song that is playing in my head until I feel him contract and erupt in my mouth. I find his slightly sweet flavor much more appealing than any batter I've made.
He lifts me up and pulls me close. Beginning with an appreciative kiss on the lips, he proceeds to plant smooches across my neck and chest.
I hear the phone ring as my lover's tongue is circling my right nipple; his hands gripping my breast and his back hunched slightly as he licks.
"Get that," I order.
He leans towards the wall and lifts the receiver from the telephone. He answers professionally.
"Secret Recipe Bake Shoppe, this is James, how may I help you?"
He likes to watch me bake. I turn on the oven, first a twist of the oven dial, slowly and seductively of course, and then I tear open the box of cake mix. I dump the mix into a green plastic bowl; powder scatters in a light mist as the box lands in the garbage can. I juggle three eggs and butter in my hands as I look over and lick my lips at my lover.
I crack the eggs gently against the kitchen counter and place them in the bowl with the cake mix. I dip a long spoon in to stir the thick mix; I smash the eggs down a bit to mix the batter more thoroughly. I add water and butter to the mix.
With each turn of my arm, my ass wiggles and invites him over. He lunges from the chair, now only inches away from me. I lift my spoon and batter slips to the floor.
He scoots down, naked, and leans in on all fours. He laps at my bare legs; I am wearing only my apron and a strand of pearls. I am enticed by his slim, taut figure and I watch as his arm, chest and back muscles flex as he crawls slowly across towards the puddle of cake batter. I am disgusted as he licks the floor but become intrigued when his fingers finally reach up and find my throbbing cunt lips.
I reluctantly turn to mixing batter again, his hands exit my hungry hole and he grabs at my waist. I smack him lightly on the forehead with my sticky, batter soaked spoon. He frowns. I lick the batter from his head, kiss his nose and place my lips over his. He attacks desperately, his tongue darts in and out of my gaping mouth.
I place my hands upon his chest and push. He lands back in his chair, frowning like a little boy who has been punished for a naughty deed. I grab my electric mixer from the cabinet and push its beaters into it.
As I dip the beaters in the silky yellow batter, I notice my man holding tightly to his exposed cock. I dip my fingers into the batter and coat his pole with the sugary lube. I alternately stroke him and taste the batter from his tool. I grab the bowl and insist that he dip his dick there. I laugh as he tries to maneuver his body to comfortably place his dick in the bowl of cake batter.
I laugh hysterically as he uses his dick, obviously uncomfortably, as a mixing spoon. He watches as my tits jiggle out of the top half of the apron as I laugh. He fingers me over and sets the bowl of batter onto the floor. I stop giggling and kneel before him. I slide my lips over every inch of his yellow cake batter coated cock. As I suck the batter, his exposed skin glistens with my saliva. The head of his dick is swollen, and his balls are tight as I tickle them.
He's ready to explode.
I move away from his dick and begin to mix the cake batter while sitting on the floor. My legs are spread and my one of my breasts is exposed from the side of the apron. I watch my man stroke himself. I swirl my spoon to the rhythm of his strokes. As he cums, I place the bowl beneath him, catching all that I can in the mixing bowl.
He takes the bowl from my hand with cum laden fingers. He stands and sets it on the counter-top, slipping the spoon from the batter. A yellow glop falls directly in between my legs. I smile and lean back. He kneels down and coats my pussy with the batter from the floor, his actions reminiscent of a child finger-painting. He licks the batter from my body and I quiver with each tongue stroke. The orgasm's warmth creeps slowly from his tongue's target to my belly and through my limbs, each part quivering independently until the climax's crescendo, when all my parts quiver in unison. I feel my cunt contract as I shake.
To my surprise, he immediately slips the spoon inside my pussy, twirling and twisting then pulling out quickly. He places the spoon into the batter and beckons me over to mix.
I take off the apron and stand naked while mixing, folding the batter over my man's addition until it is mixed in perfectly. I lean down and to the left to get the baking pans from the cabinet below. I use an olive oil spray to coat the pans and then pour in the mix. I turn and playfully spray cooking spray at his legs. He grabs my hands, tickles me and pulls me down onto his lap. I straddle him and slide my tongue between his lips. I get back up almost immediately to finish baking.
My man sits back in his chair, still watching. I taste the mix and then place the full pans in the preheated oven. As the cake bakes, my lover and I heat up again. I slide my hand over his limp dick and I feel it rise slightly, like too little yeast in a large batch of bread. I kneel down to taste his cock, licking lightly to coax an erection. I suck his cock to the beat of a miscellaneous pop song that is playing in my head until I feel him contract and erupt in my mouth. I find his slightly sweet flavor much more appealing than any batter I've made.
He lifts me up and pulls me close. Beginning with an appreciative kiss on the lips, he proceeds to plant smooches across my neck and chest.
I hear the phone ring as my lover's tongue is circling my right nipple; his hands gripping my breast and his back hunched slightly as he licks.
"Get that," I order.
He leans towards the wall and lifts the receiver from the telephone. He answers professionally.
"Secret Recipe Bake Shoppe, this is James, how may I help you?"
